Getting all A’s and B’s means having motivation without motivation college becomes a strong for example getting up every morning to go to class or even have the energy to finish your homework soon depletes and in time is becoming a struggle and also barrier get overcome. My last short term goal would be coming to class on time ready to learn and take good notes. Waking up every morning becomes tiring feeling sluggish because all you want to do is sleep and eat let’s be honest no one wants to come to class at 8 to here a professor lecture on things I may or may not remember. As painful as that is I know if I stick it out and do what is told in that class I will be successful. With every short term goals there should be long term goals that follows it.
The Outsiders Sequel When I turned in my essay, my English teacher looked at my work in surprise. He flipped through my 7 pages of writing, and then set it on his desk. He said I could leave for the day, and that he would grade it as soon as he could. It was almost four o’clock, and Darry would kill me if I didn’t come home by four thirty. He didn’t want anything to happen to me again.
Initial rebellion were tantrums; fake tears spilt in hopes of avoiding practice sessions. As time slowly passed, I fell in love with the big, wooden instrument. Daily practices quickly flew by as I buried my daily stress under a large pile of old, wrinkled sheet music. That view quickly changed my freshman year of high school. My good meaning mother,
Liesel was an illiterate due her past and thus once she started going to school she was “humiliatingly,… cast down with the younger kids” (pg. 39, Zusak). Liesel dreaded reading tests and if not for Hans’ help in their midnight classroom sessions, Liesel would have never got over her “excruciating fear” (pg. 75, Zusak) of having to read out loud. As the novel progresses so does Liesel’s adoration for reading books.
I hate to use the word “meltdown” but I did witness multiple episodes. This truly broke my heart, all you want to do is fix them. Every week for nine weeks I watched MJ go through the same routine over and over. As I stated, the therapy plate was a turning point for MJ. His body is craving proprioception and the outcome of the therapy plate was such a relief to not watch him go through the routine that I witnessed many times.
Everybody started to get suspicious, as only one newcomer arrived every month. Teresa then hinted that she had triggered “The Ending”. The Glade as the boys knew it began to fall apart. First, the skies turned gray, and than, the walls didn’t close at night, causing the boys to make and escaped plan and escape the maze. In this journal, I am going to predict what will happen in the next book, evaluate the characterization of Thomas, and connect living in the
As I read the chapter one in textbook, I notice that I wanted to go running on Seawall. I was tried in read my assignment because I used to relax in winter break. Suddenly, I had many homework need to due in this week, so I felt oppressive like a fish, someone catch me from a sea, and put me into a small tank in one living room. I was wrestle with meaning because I felt some of knowledges I understand already, but I also felt like somethings new for me, for example, systematic strategies and varying length. In order to get a better grade in this semester, I focus on reading, and I read careful that I did’t want I miss some important points.
Decisions became too hard to make and mistakes to me were worse than having a group of sharks slowly tear apart my body. All of this was fine until it started affecting my grades. I got my first C in fifth grade and I cried for a week, I got my first F in ninth grade and refused to talk to anyone about it. I let my friends think I was doing excellent in all my classes because that’s what everyone
Getting shoved in a locker is a cliché that accompanies arriving at High School, but for me was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The terror that reigned over my mind soon turned to vengeance and hatred for myself and those who pushed me to this place. “Not everything changes you for the better,” my mother had said multiple times to me before the camel’s back broke. Being shoved in a locker sticks in my mind same as chewing gum to a shoe. I was the strange child, I still am the strange child in the class.
I arrived in this country thinking I was going to be in the most challenging classes and be at the top but reality smacked me in the face the first day I entered eighth grade. To my disadvantage the counselors did not care about my previous grades in Puerto Rico. Seeing that my parents were only able to speak Spanish, the school deduced my English was not well-developed enough and consequently I was placed in English-language learner (ELL) classes. After testing me in reading, writing, and hearing I was